Page 99 of My Haven
Nan rested a hand on her chest. “All witches worship the Triple Goddess, just like all witches develop some sort of elemental talent. Then, there are those of us that feel closer to the Goddess than most, it’s sort of a calling. You will find us serving others, in order to serve her.”
“I think that’s beautiful,” Genevieve admitted.
“And I think that She has plans for you,” Nan said.
“Hopefully those plans include my torturing my best friend for fun this afternoon,” she said. “He’s recently mated too.”
Nan laughed. “Between the two of us, there were reports of flooding around the Water Temple last night,” she said, from behind her hand.
Laughing, Genevieve picked up her backpack. “Now I know my afternoon will be fun.”
Nan shook a finger at her. “Be nice.”
“I’m always nice,” Genevieve called back. She lifted the gate and closed it behind her.
“Will you be back tomorrow with more food?” a small boy asked her, watching from behind the iron gate.
“You bet. I may even throw some cookies in for a treat,” she whispered, placing a finger over her lips.
The boy covered his mouth with his hands, then removed them quickly. “I won’t tell.”
“See you tomorrow,” she said, then headed down the street.
She had only made it half a street down when she heard an angry male voice.
“You there! Stop!”
Genevieve looked around, four large, uniformed men were heading toward her. She unslung her backpack and tried to get her phone.
The first man that reached her, took her bag, as the second secured her arm behind her. She gasped in pain. “What’s the meaning of this!”
“Humans aren’t allowed in the city, unless they are escorted,” the one in charge snarled.
“My mate lives here, Caiden Ironwood, just call him.”
“We do not take orders from you. No announcement was made, so we are taking you in for questioning,” he said, backhanding her.
Pain radiated from her jaw to her ear.
“Bring her to the station,” he ordered.
In a daze, she felt herself be half-carried down the street.
They took her down streets she hadn’t seen the day before, until they hauled her up a set of stone stairs to a large building. One of the goons opened the door and the others walked her inside, to what looked like a cross between a dungeon and holding cells. They threw her inside and slammed the cell shut.
“I demand you let me make a phone call!” she yelled.
“Right. We’ll get to that, after you get your free lawyer,” one of them said sarcastically.
She felt dread swirl in her stomach. They were right, she wasn’t in the human world right now. She didn’t even know what her rights were. She tried a different approach. “There has been a mistake somewhere. I am mated to Caiden Ironwood. If you call him, he can clear this up immediately.”
She watched as the one in charge sneered at Caiden’s name. “We haven’t heard anything about Caiden Ironwood mating.” He rifled through her bag, pulling out her camera. “Thought you had a scoop huh? Were going to expose us?” he demanded.
“No! That’s my vlogging camera for when I record myself eating, not any kind of expose.”
“We’ll see.” He motioned for the other guards to follow him. He was the last one to leave. He turned back to her, his eyes filled with hate. “You can’t expose us if your memory is wiped.”
“No! Please!” she begged.
